[Natasha might have been sterner with him normally, if they were at home. Here, though, the wound carries a very real risk of infection, so she doesn't blame him for being nervous. She rolls her eyes at the quip, taking his arm and setting the blade against his skin.]
I might slip. Don't tempt me.
[She cuts as she speaks, hoping the usual back and forth will distract him. Natasha is quick and efficient, the would deep enough to bleed like crazy, deep enough to need stitches, but she doesn't nick anything vital.]
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I might slip. Don't tempt me.
[She cuts as she speaks, hoping the usual back and forth will distract him. Natasha is quick and efficient, the would deep enough to bleed like crazy, deep enough to need stitches, but she doesn't nick anything vital.]